In the small courtyard.

The beauty smells the flowers, and the dark fragrance floats.

Luo Qingzhou stopped in place, watching quietly, and was not disturbed.

Another moment passed.

Bai Lingfang opened his eyes, raised his head to look at him, and showed two shallow dimples on his face: "Uncle, is it good-looking?" ”

Luo Qingzhou did not answer.

Bai Ling smiled: "Good looking is good-looking, not good-looking is not good-looking, uncle doesn't even dare to answer this?" ”

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment and said, "It's good-looking." ”

Bai Ling smiled: "I'm asking the second miss." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I'm talking about the second miss." ”

The two looked at each other.

Brief silence.

Bai Ling smiled slightly, lowered his head and sniffed the flowers in his hand, then looked at him and said, "Uncle, there are many such flowers in the flower garden in front." Some have just opened, and some are about to wither, and if they are not picked, they will be wasted. ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and didn't speak.

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "Does my uncle know what I'm talking about?" ”

Luo Qingzhou shook his head.

Bai Ling sighed and said softly: "Girls like this kind of flower, even if they don't like it, they like someone to give it away." If someone could give one every day, it would be even happier. ”

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed, looked at her delicate face and said, "Then from tomorrow, I will pick one every day and send it to Miss Bailing." ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and looked at him very strangely: "Uncle, why do you want to give it to me?" I mean, you should have given it to my young lady. Although you don't live together, you should go over every day to greet Miss, see Miss, and send a flower by the way to show your concern. I thought my uncle knew all this, but who knew that my uncle hadn't been there, so I came to remind my uncle. ”

Luo Qingzhou was slightly stunned: "She shouldn't welcome me to go, right?" ”

Bai Ling said very seriously: "Whether Miss Huan is welcome or not, my uncle should go." You are husband and wife, and you live so closely, shouldn't you see each other every day? Only by seeing each other every day can we cultivate feelings. Moreover, my uncle goes to ask for peace every day, this is the rule. ”

Then he snorted again and pouted: "Could it be that my uncle just finished having room with the young lady and got tired of it?" ”

Luo Qingzhou stared at her eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Miss Bailing, I have a reluctant request, I hope Miss Bailing can agree to me." ”

Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Uncle, please speak." ”

Luo Qingzhou stared at her and said, "I want to hug Miss Bailing, is it okay?" ”

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled "poof", with bright eyes and bright teeth: "Uncle, I can't agree to this request." Unless you go and tell my young lady, ask for my young lady's consent. Didn't I say it, as long as my young lady agrees, I can be a little maid for my aunt. ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her pretty appearance and explained, "I just want to hug it, and I don't mean anything else." ”

Bai Ling still shook his head: "That's not good, men and women can't kiss, and you are my aunt." If the old lady sees it, I will sink into the well. ”

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed, and he was about to speak, but Bai Ling stood up and handed the freshly picked flowers in his hand to him: "Uncle, I have to serve Miss." Flowers for you, remember to visit the lady every day, preferably at night. ”

Luo Qingzhou paused, took the flower, and glanced at her little mouth again.

Bai Ling smiled, waved away, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and said crisply: "By the way, uncle, it's best to start tonight." Be persistent, and Miss will definitely be impressed by you. ”

Luo Qingzhou suddenly looked at her and said, "Miss Bailing, then I will go over tonight, can I find your young lady and ask you?" ”

Bai Ling's eyes flashed, and he smiled coquettishly: "Does my uncle really like me so much?" ”

Luo Qingzhou stared at the look on her face and said, "Miss Bailing is so beautiful, I naturally like it." ”

Hearing this, Bai Ling raised his eyebrows: "As long as it's beautiful, does my uncle like it?" Then Xia Chan, the second miss, are all prettier than me, does my uncle like it too? ”

Luo Qingzhou stared at her eyes and said, "I only like Miss Bailing." ”

Bai Ling smiled "poof", like a delicate flower blooming, sweet and sweet: "Uncle said this, the slave family is flattered." ”

Luo Qingzhou said: "Is it okay?" ”

Bai Ling smiled slightly, stared at him for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Yes, as long as my uncle dares to say it, as long as the young lady agrees, the slave family will let my uncle bully." ”

After speaking, he waved his jade hand, and the pink skirt swayed and fluttered away.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her slender and slender back, until she disappeared outside the door, Fang retracted her gaze and looked at the flowers in her hand.

Stunned, he lowered his head and sniffed.

It really smells good.

It's just that this floral fragrance is not the floral fragrance in his heart and dreams.

The temptation just now didn't see any flaws.

Moreover, he didn't hear anything from the other party.

Do you really want to risk being blocked by that Xia Chan girl's throat with a sword tonight, and interview in front of Miss Qin?

Maybe...... You can hear Miss Qin's heart.

From the chapel to the present.

He'd never heard the other person speak, so he couldn't be a dumb person, right?

After a little thought, he immediately decided to come down.

I'm going to check it out tonight.

You may be able to see or hear some "surprises".

Looking at the time, it's already afternoon.

He didn't think much about it, went over and closed the courtyard door, and returned to the small courtyard.

Close your eyes and meditate.

In his mind, the set of Ben Thunder Punch that the second son Qin Chuan had just played was played over and over again.

Every move and style is in the mind, in front of the eyes, clearly emerged.

"Huh!"

He threw a punch and opened his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath, took a step, and punched again.

From slow to severe, from mild to severe.

Halfway through the beating, he was covered in sweat and panting.

At the same time, his arms and legs became heavier and heavier as if they had been filled with lead.

This punch is truly extraordinary!

Luo Qingzhou was not frustrated, and with all his strength, he slowed down his speed, still poured his arms into his arms, and continued to play the rest of the moves.

By the time all the moves were finished, he was already sweating profusely, and his clothes and pants were soaked.

As soon as he finished his efforts and stood still, he suddenly felt his legs go weak and almost fell.

He hurriedly stabilized his body, staggered to the stone table and sat down with sore and heavy steps, and suddenly felt muscle soreness, weakness in his limbs, and the energy of his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

It seems to be too impatient.

This boxing method is not practiced by ordinary people, but a special boxing method for martial artists.

He hasn't even succeeded in refining the skin now, and he actually learned the speed and strength of the second son, isn't this self-defeating and asking for hardship?

What he should do now is to slowly familiarize himself with the moves without using force, and become proficient in all the moves consistently.

Then learn speed.

After learning the speed, refining the skin successfully, and having a certain physique, then learn the strength.

Only then can you cooperate with internal forces and truly cultivate.

Nothing can be achieved overnight, let alone cultivation.

He has to follow the steps, step by step, and he must not be impatient.

Otherwise, if you can't practice and hurt your body, the gains outweigh the losses.

Rested for half an hour.

He returned to the house, cultivated the internal strength and mental method, and gradually recovered the physical strength and spirit consumed.

In the blink of an eye.

It's evening.

He sat down at the window and read a book for a while.

By the time Fluttershy returns with dinner, night has fallen.

"Hey, Childe, is this the flower you picked?"

On the stone table in the small courtyard, there are flowers left by Bailing.

Fluttershy was surprised to see it, picked it up and put it under her nose and sniffed, "It smells so good." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the flowers in her hand, thinking about the "feat" in a while, and there was a sense of generosity and tragedy that would never return.

"Fluttershy, don't move that flower, I'll give it away later."

"Huh? Who is Childe going to give it to? ”

Luo Qingzhou did not answer.

Because, he can't be sure either.